Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.